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So it’s Monday morning and I’m at one of those rare points in my usual run of things where I literally don’t know what to do with myself. Check that; I do know what to do – there’s no shortage of things I could be doing – only I’m finding it difficult to muster up the motivation to do them. What I need to do and what I want to do are totally different. I need to do follow-ups, I need to prompt responses out of people, I need to do dishes and I need to take out the trash.

Now, that’s what I need to do. I want to avoid it all. I want to flake out and read comic books. I want to flake out and watch a couple movies. I want to crawl back into bed and catch up on the sleep I haven’t been getting lately.

“Yeah, yeah,” you’re saying. “Who wouldn’t want to do those things? Our lives are filled with things we don’t want to do. But, we do them anyway because we have to if we’re to have the lives we want.”

You then follow up with; “Wait, aren’t you in your pajamas right now, tapping away on your computer, while I’m at my crummy office job, dealing with all of the BS you don’t have to, and haven’t had to deal with since sometime in late 1998? And when I punch today’s clock I still have to go home and do all the stuff you’re complaining about right now? Allow me to break out my violin.”

To which I counter, “yeah, it’s so tough earning a regular paycheck and all the perks and benefits that come with steady employment. It’s so rough having three weeks paid vacation and sick days. Oh, I have a sniffle, better call in and tell them so I can stay in bed and still draw salary. You know what happens when I feel like crap? I drag myself over to my desk and work through it anyway. Deadlines don’t give a shit about how I feel. If I don’t work, if I don’t write, there’s nobody there to cover for me. “

“You chose that life,” you say.

“And you chose yours,” I retort. Then we stop talking to each other for a bit.

So yeah, I feel like a lazy bastard today. I was a lazy bastard all weekend if you must know. I poked my head out for an hour or so on Saturday to grab groceries and take a walk in the park but Sunday I stayed in. We both did — actually Friday was our weekend,as it involved errands and dinner, and seeing a friend off as they moved to LA.

Yet in my defense there is what I like to call a “calm before the crazy” aspect involved here. To wit, take into consideration last week, when, after finishing up a project on a Friday (detailed here) I get an email about starting another. It happens infrequently – too infrequently if you ask me – but when it does, you can’t help but be thrilled, especially of it’s with people you’ve worked with before and found to be a thoroughly enjoyable experience.

I’m not at liberty to divulge the details yet (partly out of superstition, but more out of professional obligation) – I wait until papers are signed and work actually commences to do that, but it looks like I’m on the clock through the remainder of 2010 and probably into 2011 on a Top Secret Project. I’m sworn to secrecy, but can divulge that it’s a genre busting piece, it’s Horror (my favorite genre), and involves my least favorite horror types (take a wild guess and you’ll probably be right). The fact that this particular subgenre has been done to death is something I take as a challenge, but given the producers have come up with a take I really haven’t seen before, I look forward to injecting some new blood into a dusty corpse.

How this impacts my other work is anybody’s guess, as I’m due to commence rewriting another script for another company in the coming months. Plus, there’s the matter of the Mixtape project, the novel, and other more mundane business matters. Still, I’m never one to complain when people ask what I’m working on and I can actually tell them, by telling them nothing about it at all.

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